Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Satsuki Ichinomiya stared at him, her azure eyes unblinking, and she didn't immediately realize that there was a problem.

Or rather, because of the change in attributes, her thinking is not as quick anymore. Normally, she would have immediately noticed the change.

But she soon realized that even though she had been weakened, she was still a top genius.

"This is your ability?"

Fujiwara Matsu did not see the panic he expected on her face, but rather a sense of dissociation, as if it was not she who had changed.

My expectations were somewhat disappointed, but that's actually reasonable; this is the real Satsuki Ichinomiya.

It's like a top-of-the-line computer with its CPU slightly downgraded; its other capabilities remain, only its computing power has declined somewhat.

He calmly controlled his expression, preventing the other person from noticing anything amiss. Now that he was roughly on the same level as her, he knew how to suppress his emotions.

She closed her eyes and began to recall something, pausing for four or five seconds as if carefully remembering, before starting to chant, but with a hint of uncertainty in her tone:

"My memory is declining, my logical thinking is failing... So, is it a weakening of my intelligence?"

Then, she looked up and gazed at Fujiwara Matsu.

"How long is the validity period?"

This really scared me to tears...

This guy feels no different from before he was weakened; it's just that he needs more time to think.

However, there is still a gap. If it were the original version, she would be asking me now why she didn't learn anything.

Fujiwara Matsu has already begun to analyze Ichinomiya Satsuki's character over this period of time.

"You should know better than I do how it is."

The expression on her face softened, revealing a subtle sense of frustration at losing control. Though faint, it was quite evident on her. Her brows furrowed, and the corners of her mouth turned down.

Thus, he was successfully captured by Fujiwara Matsu.

However, she quickly composed herself and looked at him again, Fujiwara Matsu.

"No, I don't feel like I've learned anything new. You're more than one kind of person."

Realizing this, Ichinomiya Satsuki's emotions fluctuated noticeably, and her irritability surged up again.

"Good deduction, enjoy the rest of the time."

After calming herself down, Ichinomiya Satsuki stared at Fujiwara Matsu, their eyes meeting.

"Will I dissolve it before you leave?"

To be precise, I will leave after you are released.

The two carefully observed any change in each other's expressions.

"If it were just a test, you wouldn't be so at ease; there must have been a change just now."

"Can you use it multiple times?"

This guy is really scary...

"So, the reason that ability doesn't work for me is because you can't use it multiple times?"

Although Fujiwara Matsu did not answer, Ichinomiya Satsuki, who had been staring at him, still came to her own conclusion.

"Use it on me."

"You're not qualified right now."

"And what about me normally?"

"It has no value to me, so it's unnecessary."

Satsuki Ichinomiya closed her eyes. Her heart was beating a little fast. She couldn't maintain her usual composure, but she was still trying to control herself and taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

The effects of her lack of ability slowly began to manifest; she felt a sense of loss of control, which inevitably made it difficult for her to suppress her emotions.

"I can help you; I'm curious too."

Fujiwara Matsu simply shook his head slightly. His attitude was firm: even if the other party tried to dismantle it, they couldn't dismantle the root of this ability.

She could never imagine things she had never seen or understood, even if she was a superhuman genius.

"Am I useless too?"

"If this ability can be applied to me, then it should also be able to fall into Chiya Mio's lap, right?"

"But that guy didn't show this change, and neither did you, last week."

"Did you only recently acquire this ability?"

This time, Fujiwara Matsu learned to simply smile when faced with her question, just as always.

They act as if to say, "If you have the ability, then take the answer from me."

She stared into his eyes, then skipped over the question, as if she had found the answer.

"If we can weaken it, can we also strengthen it? But what's the cost?"

Satsuki Ichinomiya stared intently at her once again.

Fujiwara Matsu was glad that he had adjusted the ability of luck, which was not obvious. Even when it fell on Ichinomiya Satsuki, it left her with nowhere to turn.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Not bad ability, you're not bad either."

Dominance: 4% - 17%

[Achieve a single instance where dominance increases by more than 10% to obtain the achievement: Manipulator]

[Manipulator: You have successfully manipulated Fujiwara Matsu's life]

[Reward received: 800 points]

Control? Now, perhaps it can indeed be considered control.

the other side.

When the door opened, both of them were dumbfounded. That morning, Ayaka Ando had not seen Saki Shiratori. She had only glanced at Mio Chiya and heard him address them.

Looking at the elegantly dressed blonde girl who appeared before her, she was somewhat puzzled.

Is this Fujiwara-san's friend?

Shiratori Saki was even more puzzled; she couldn't understand why a stranger had suddenly appeared in Fujiwara Matsu's house.

She was still dressed in furniture and clothing, and she was still so beautiful.

Why was she at Fujiwara-kun's house? No, Fujiwara-kun isn't that kind of person. It must be her…

She took a step back, glanced at the house number on the door of Fujiwara Matsu's house, and made sure she hadn't gone to the wrong place.

Her previously calm expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling gaze sweeping over Ayaka Ando.

Even Ayaka Ando, ​​who had never met him before, sensed something was amiss about this aura.

"Um, may I ask who you are?"

"Shiratori Saki, who are you?"

Shiratori? Is that the Shiratori-senpai that Fujiwara-san mentioned? I think so, then…

"Um, this is Ayaka Ando. Fujiwara-san, I had to go out, please come in..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shiratori Saki had already walked past her, entered, and reached out to close the door for her.

"you……"

Shiratori Saki moved swiftly, subduing her in a few moves and pinning her to the ground.

The blade was pressed against her throat, and Shiratori Saki's face was filled with murderous intent as she stared intently at him.

"I ask, you answer."

Ayaka Ando's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground, but Shiratori Saki managed to lift her up.

A cold touch came from her chin, and Ayaka Ando couldn't maintain the same composure as Matsu Fujiwara; her voice trembled.

"I don't know what you want to ask. Can you... let me go?"

"What is your relationship with Fujiwara-kun? Why are you at his house?"

"Fujiwara-san took me in a while ago and let me stay at his house temporarily. As for what our relationship was... I can't really say."

"How long have you been staying at Fujiwara-kun's house?"

"One week."

The blade pressed down half an inch and cut her skin. Although being bullied meant suffering humiliation, it was far less dangerous than this blatant threat to her life.

"You can call Fujiwara-san and ask him not to kill me!"

Shiratori Saki was silent for a while, then released her. Ando Ayaka lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily.

"If I were to ask Fujiwara-kun, and even half of what you said is false..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Ayaka Ando already understood what she meant.

Fujiwara-san, how could you have a friend like that...? That's terrifying.

The phone rang, once, twice...